As we stroll, for example, through the streets and squares of New York's metropolis, by its teeming wharves, and among its dilapidated avenues of trade, we are astounded to think that any one could ever look on this seething mass of humanity, these various types of man, and the various structures he has erected here, and find in them no inspiration for his brush or his pen.
— from Art in America: A Critical and Historial Sketch by S. G. W. (Samuel Greene Wheeler) Benjamin
It had been one of those mighty incantations of which no hand but the sorcerer's own can ever lift off the spell.
— from Othmar by Ouida
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